….I See London, I See France

(btw…this isnt my butt)

That’s one really great thing about being one half of a couple. For mysterious reasons I keep running out of panties….and I hate doing laundry. So…I’ve been raiding Thom’s underwear drawer. After my initial shock of actually fitting into his manly Calvins (and trying to figure out exactly what that open-flap-thing is for) I became quite accustomed to wearing them. And he got turned on. Works for the both of us I guess.

So…I’ve been quite busy. Entertaining, and whatnot. And working a little too. Most of you know I’ve been single forever….literally, so living with someone is interesting to say the least. I love having someone to cuddle up next to…waking up with him…laying in his arms for hours…kissing forever and a day. I love having someone to hang out with…someone who likes the same things that I do. Someone who cooks and cleans up…who is so caring and considerate and who is just so genuinely nice. Feels good. Almost as good as his cotton underpants.

love to all!

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